Abecedarian: Adjective: 1. a. Of or relating to the alphabet b. Alphabetically arranged 2. Rudimentary
Continuation from Ineffable from a few weeks ago.
Abecedarian
An incredible ache consumes me the moment I wake up. When I exhale a groan, my hot breath bounces off a wall a few inches away back into my face. Peach fog invades my vision upon opening my eyes. Being curled in a fetal position, my arms are curled into my chest. I attempt to reach out a hand, only for it to be stopped by a smooth surface not far from my body.
Am I in some kind of a box? If I am, I’m cushioned beneath me. It’s a good thing I’m not claustrophobic or this could be very traumatizing for me. Turning my throbbing head left and right, I note that I am surrounded by the colored clouds that shift and writhe with my every breath.
Familiar voices are outside my box, though I cannot determine how far away they are. They’re definitely the men I met before the older one made me lose consciousness. It’s a pity they’re kidnappers because they were possibly the most handsome men I have ever seen. Unearthly handsome. I’ve never seen eyes that color of dark blue, at least not naturally.
Transformation. They said something about me undergoing a transformation. Are they some kind of alien? Oh my gosh. Is this a sort of transformation chamber?
Lifting my hand, I examine it, and promptly begin freaking out. My skin has changed into the color of an actual peach. Is it my imagination or is it sparkling like a Twilight vampire? I have to get out of here.
I try pounding on the walls, but my arms move as though I’m in a pool of water, though I know I’m not in any kind of liquid at all. Am I? No. I can feel tears streaming down my face. What have they done to me? Kicking out with a foot, I manage to make a crack in the wall, causing the fog to escape and cool air to pour in.
“Should we help her?” the younger man asks. I can understand them now. They’re not far away.
“No. This is an abecedarian task she should do on her own,” the other replies.
I don’t even know what that word means, but it sounds like they want me to break out. That concept causes me to pause my attempts. It can’t be a good thing to leave here if they desire me to get out on my own.
A dark blue eye peeks in through the crack in my wall when I haven’t done anything for a while. Part of a smile is exposed on the lower part of his face.
“She’s beautiful.” It’s the younger of the two. “Come now, little one. You can do it.”
“I’m alright in here,” I say.
They both laugh.
I don’t think it’s funny.
“You need to leave your egg now, sweetling. Experience your new world.”
“Egg?”
His smile widens.
The idea of being in an egg does it for me. No matter what I face out there, I can’t be in an egg. I’m not a bird or a fish or a reptile…or a platypus. My arms and legs thrash all over and soon I’ve broken out of the egg, leaving shards of the glittering peach shell scattered all over the floor around me.
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